I had an acquaintance send me an email yesterday and asked me if I wanted to meet him at 6:30 to ride the "Tunnel Hill Trail". I agreed and asked him if he had ever ridden the 20 mile section to the tunnel and back and was he prepared for that. He informed me that he was a RUNNER! and it would be no problem.
When we got there, I commented on his seat. I suggested the he might want to raise it....I don't know....maybe.....6" Good lord, he had his seat set to look like a BMX. His response was "that's the way I like it" Okydokey!
So we took off and I suggested we might want to keep an eye on the sunset and not go all the way to the tunnel as neither of us had lights and I, having ridden this trail over 10 times in the last couple years have a pretty good idea of the time it takes. He was very insistent that there would be no problem making it.
Anyway, I noticed about 3 miles in, that he was no where in site. I stopped and waited and finally he came around a corner. I asked if he was ok? He was huffing and puffing and waved me on because he was too out of wind to talk Off again, cruising at about 13 mph for the next 3 miles (a very slight incline). He kept falling back. At the 7 mile mark I came to the Breeden Trestle and waited again for him to appear. This time, I thought something had happened to him. Finally he appeared. I know I am not much of buddy here, but his attitude was not setting well with me. Also, I need to point out that I was really only riding my normal fat guy pace. When I suggested that we might actually have time to make it another 3 miles to the tunnel and be able to make it back before complete dark, he said "We better go back, your a pretty big guy and I don't want you to push yourself too much
Well, it was now ON!!! I smiled, turned around and we headed back. I have to tell ya, I had the biggest smile on my face as I cruised out of his site. The next 7 miles back to the truck were heaven. My legs and lungs were in perfect harmony as I screamed down this gravel trail. I got back in time to change shirts, check my Blackberry for emails and suck down a Fat Tire before he emerged from the woods on the trail .
I don't do well with Vibrato, real or false, and I know I was petty, but this cat was strummin my nerves from the get-go. Actually, I can't wait to ride with him again.................It was fun to Smoke the Runner and my self-esteem is in much better shape than before the ride. We have a pretty healthy set of hills called "Pine Hills Trail", I am thinking that should be our next ride